Ava
Cleo and I had spent the entire morning shopping.
For the first time since she had joined the pack, I had managed to drag her into the world of normal teenage-girl things—clothes, makeup, hair accessories, and enough bags to make my mother question whether we had actually gone shopping or robbed a department store.
By the time we loaded everything into the back of my Jeep, my feet were aching, my wallet was considerably lighter, and somehow, I was still smiling.
I closed the boot and turned to Cleo.
“Hey, are you hungry? There’s a McDonald’s about five minutes from here. We could grab something.”
Cleo glanced at me, then at the shopping bags.
“I could eat. How far?”
“Five minutes, maybe less.”
She nodded. “Lead the way.”
I grinned as I climbed behind the wheel. “I love McDona
